the way this is
is like a disconnection
and the way it
becomes is like far
away from what it
seems and I don't know,
and I feel but it's
not a matter of
discussion and i say
that i want to go home
and i want to
go home,
as i'm lying in my bed.
but while i know
this love is like
a loss of control
i feel no ill will to
the hands above,
or the powers that be.
these words are blind,
they don't belong to me,
i only set them free
out of this prison
in my head.
if left unwritten,
they'd only rot me
inside, instead.
and as you say
to yourself, it goes
no farther, i will watch it
till it falls apart.